Hi I'm Samantha... well maybe I am, maybe I’m not, maybe you should ask yourself if anyone actually puts their real name on here. So maybe I should say you can call me Samantha. I turned 18 in April and I'm about halfway through fall semester at my college. Finding time to write is difficult but I'm trying to update each story at least once a month. I have found though, the more reviews I get, the more I want to write for that particular story. I've got a big family, six brothers, two sisters, and no we're not Mormon. I really love writing but I’m not sure if I'm any good so I posted a few stories on here so you all could be the judge. I have eight stories up as of now, three finished and five that have a while to go. I have ideas for three more. I want to stop uploading new stories until I finish the ones I have up now but that isn't working out very well.

Ships I support~~Booth/Bones (Bones)~~Jack/Kate (Lost)~~Harry/Ginny (Harry Potter)~~Clark/Lois (Superman)~~Liz/Max(Roswell)

Links for my Bones fic Home:
Parker's room http://www.ritchells-enterprise.com/products/dakki/page43.jpg
Ember's half of the room http://www.babyage.com/bedding/bubbles_lambs_N_ivy_collection.htm
Harper's half of the room http://www.macrobaby.com/IBS/SimpleCat/Product/asp/product-id/36666741.html
Parker's favorite shirt http://www.wbshop.com/SUPERMAN-RETURNS-Headlines-Kids+-T-Shirt/SMTVKSRHD,default,pd.html?cgid=smcaashirts

Jack: It's been six days, and we're all still waiting. Waiting for someone to come. But what if they don't? We have to stop waiting. We need to start figuring things out... Every man for himself is not going to work. It's time to start organizing.We need to figure out how we're going to survive here... Last week most of us were strangers. But we're all here now. And God knows how long we're going to be here. But if we can't live together—we're gonna die alone.

Jack: If we survive this, if we survive tonight, we're gonna have a Locke problem. And I need to know that you got my back. Kate: I got your back.

Scully: Chance meeting your perfect other, your perfect opposite - your protector and endangerer. Chance embarking with this other on the greatest of journeys - a search for truths fugitive and imponderable. If one day this chance may befall you, my son, do not fail or falter to seize it. The truths are out there. And if one day you should behold a miracle, as I have in you, you will learn the truth is not found in science, or on some unseen plane, but by looking into your own heart. And in that moment you will be blessed - and stricken. For the truest truths, are what hold us together, or keep us painfully, desperately apart.